Chapter 112: I'm holding you

A few days later, Zhiqiang Zhuang passed away.

The old man still hadn't seen his long-lost daughter before he left, but at least he got a little comfort and company.

Yu He and Qingcheng Xie made arrangements for his funeral, and then they prepared to leave together for Zhiqiang Zhuang's hometown.

" Qingli County Zhuangjia Village ."

Although they had already known Zhiqiang Zhuang's origin, but did not find out that detailed, now a closer look, found that Zhiqiang Zhuang is actually Qingli County, are a bit surprised.

Qingcheng Xie: "That's where Yuzhu Lu was the secretary of the County Committee."

"Do you think it's a coincidence?"

Qingcheng Xie shook his head.

Yu He: "I also think things are not that simple. Let's take one step at a time, but we have to be faster, and we can't be like the Shahong incident, where the other side destroyed the evidence first."

It was a no-brainer for Yu He, as they each took time off work and boarded a flight to their destination that night.

More than two hours later, the plane landed, they chartered a car and drove to Qingli County Zhuangjia Village.

When they arrived at the village, it was dawn, and the sky was dusky. The two of them found a local guest house and stayed there.

Yu He has never seen such a shabby hotel, the room emits a musty smell, even the carpet can not afford to lay, embedded in the floor is a piece of poor quality tiles, the sink is born with moldy flowers, the mirror is stained, even the bed sheets are not clean, stained with suspicious old light brown stains.

Yu He turned around and left, dragging his suitcase.

Qingcheng Xie : "...... what are you doing."

"I can't stand this kind of aggravation."

"Just make do for one night."

"I don't want it."

"So where do you live?"

"I sleep in the open air in a haystack I don't even want to live in this kind of place."

Qingcheng Xie originally wanted to ignore him, like a thousand golden lady really delicate, but then thought, Yu He is also in order to trace the clues, early investigation along the vine to Xue Xie was taking the potion, so they will follow themselves to this poor countryside.

So it had to stop.

"...... Okay, stop it." Xie coaxed Missy, "I'll think of something else."

Qingcheng Xie later found a farmhouse in the village that looked fairly clean and gave the other party a thousand yuan, saying they wanted to stay overnight for two nights. The farmers saw that the two men were handsome and talked a lot, and with the glory of the yuan, they readily agreed to their request. Although the house is not large, and only one bed, but at least it is clean and fresh, the hostess deliberately from the cupboard to hold two new cotton bedding to the two of them to lay, the end is also very polite to make them two cups of tea to the room.

Yu He is still not so comfortable standing in this room.

Qingcheng Xie : "You sit down and have some tea."

Yu He went over and looked down, the water in the teacup was very impure, still emitting a yellow earth smell after boiling, he walked away again and a noble cat like, would rather die of thirst than drink the way.

Thanks to Qingcheng Xie, he had two cartons of milk in his suitcase and handed them to Yu He.

Yu He took it and stared at him, "Is that all you're giving me?"

Qingcheng Xie's patience is at an end: "I brought this for you on purpose, but if you don't drink it, just give it back to me."

Yu He rolled his eyes, then reluctantly removed the straw and took a small sip of the processed milk that he disliked and was not natural enough.

The two settled down, relieved some of the hard work of the trip, and then went out to start working on Xue Zhao's case.

First they went to the high school where Xue Zhao had attended, but it had been vacated and was overgrown with grass. The school's big iron gate was closed, with a thick chain hanging from it, which had rusted like the molt of a red snake.

"Renheng High School? It was shut down years ago when its sponsor withdrew its capital, leaving many students without a place to study." The man at the nearby kiosk saw them inquiring about the school and said while cracking peanuts, "It's a shame."

Yu He asked, "And do you know who the principal is and where he is now?"

"The principal? The first principal left within a few years, and then the principal also came from the city, and after the school was closed, he also left, and he didn't talk much to others when he was in the village, reading people, there are some noble. We don't know him well. But you can ask in front of Yijia Village, there is a nine-year rural primary and secondary school, before and Renheng High School has cooperation, maybe their people will know more."

When Qingcheng Xie heard the words "Yijia Village", he had a vague feeling of discomfort in his heart, as if he had expected something.

The two men followed the kiosk owner's directions and walked two miles to another small village under Qingli County. There was a big tree at the entrance of the village, under which several old men with spines were playing cards, and there was a two-story mud building nearby, in which came the rattling of mahjong shuffles and dice shakers, obviously an underground casino.

And right next to the casino, a stone monument was erected with three big words artificially written on it -

" Yijia Village ".

Yu He easily interpreted from the scene in front of the village gambling culture, he coldly looked at those half of the neck have been buried in the yellow earth of the old man still gambling so fierce, some contempt, turned back to Qingcheng Xie said: "This place is really ...... "

Before he finished speaking, his eyes touched Qingcheng Xie's face.

Yu He paused.

He noticed that Qingcheng Xie's face had suddenly turned very pale.

He froze, and a few seconds later, as smart as he was, he instantly realized what - Yijia Village , surnamed Yi, poor countryside, addicted to gambling, the small gambling house at the entrance of the village ......

A name suddenly came to mind -

" Beihai Yi ."

--

This is the place where the murderer of Ciyan Qin lived!

Qingcheng Xie saw photos of Yijia Village in the newspaper. After the Ciyan Qin incident, many journalists flocked to Yijia Village and photographed the former residence of Beihai Yi. Until now, the yellow house has not been demolished, but the door is closed and the cobwebs are dense, and it looks like a broken wall.

Qingcheng Xie walked outside the old house and stared at the bricks and tiles.

Slowly, his eyes got red.

I don't know if it's the hate or the hurt.

As he was watching, his wrist was suddenly clutched by someone, Yu He.

Qingcheng Xie : "You--"

"Let's go, such an ugly broken house, don't look at it. It's bad luck to see too much."

Yu He said, his other hand over Qingcheng Xie's eyes, forcibly turned his face away, and said without denial, "You should come with me to that school."

Yu He's attitude seems to be comforting and unreasonable at the same time.

"......"

Qingcheng Xie could not give an accurate characterization of his behavior, Yu He was too strange lately, always talking to himself in such a stiff manner, as if he owed him five million dollars for the project.

But it's true that Yu He hasn't been the same kind of jerk as before.

Yu He : "Let's go."

Qingcheng Xie was quiet for a moment and pulled his wrist out of Yu He's palm. He really disliked being controlled, especially by a boy so much younger than himself, but he knew Yu He's guidance was right, so he just adjusted his cufflinks, calmed down, and said, "It's okay. I can walk by myself."

He really took his eyes off Beihai Yi's old house with determination, his hands in his coat pockets, his eyebrows fixed, and he walked in front of Yu He.

Yu He looked at his back--

Despite the man's ugly face when he turned around, his stance remained upright, tall and strong, as if nothing but death could destroy him.

Qingcheng Xie ......

Yu He chanted his name silently in his heart and went after him.

The two arrived at Yijia Village School of Hope.

The school was once called Yijia Village Hope Elementary School when Xue Zhao was a student, but was later reorganized and merged into a nine-year system, combining the elementary and middle schools into one, hence the current name.

As soon as Qingcheng Xie saw the principal who received them, he knew the situation was not good.

The principal is very young, not more than thirty years old. He was obviously not the same old principal who had helped Xue Zhao. And after a brief conversation with the new principal, their hearts sank to the bottom - the old principal had died many years ago. And there was a lot of turnover among the other teachers at the school.

Most of the teachers who come to teach in rural areas do not stay long, and only a few of them stay for five or six years, and none of them have contacted the person in charge of Renheng High School.

"Are the files also inaccessible?" Yu He asked.

"There was an archive in the village, but a few years ago there was a fire, and all the information of Renheng was stored there, and now there is nothing ......"

--Fire in the archive building.

When Yu He and Qingcheng Xie heard this, they were even more sure that all this was closely related to the Chengkang Mental Hospital and Hu Chuan Guangdian Tower cases. This series of modus operandi is so similar that it is hard to say it is a coincidence.

But the problem is also already obvious: the other side did not leave any traceable clues.

With the passage of time, the people who know have been like a big wave of sand, it is difficult to find again.

After a long day, Qingcheng Xie and Yu He had almost nothing to show for it, and when it was dark, they went back to the farmhouse together.

The farmer prepared some food, Qingcheng Xie ate some and went back to the house to rest.

Yu He looked at his tired side, just a figure can see the heavy heart.

He thought for a moment and asked the peasant woman, "Auntie, is there a better restaurant around here?"

"There's a good one, but it's a bit far, it takes more than thirty minutes to walk there." The woman was a little worried, "Is the dinner not to your liking?"

"Ah, no. I'm happy to eat." Yu He smiled, "It's just that my friend he's not feeling well and I'm afraid to disturb you, so I wanted to go to the restaurant to buy some food for him."

The woman understood and asked again, "Is that gentleman your brother?"

"...... is sort of it."

"The young man is so good to your brother, look at you two, brother and brother."

Yu He smiles but does not say anything.

The woman was very enthusiastic, and it just so happened that her man was going to the fields, so she said she could give Yu He a ride on her way, and Yu He readily agreed.

It turned out that the male owner drove a tractor.

Yu He : "......"

In this poor countryside there is nothing to be picky about, there is a tractor ride, better than a person walking without lights for thirty minutes at night.

Yu He then became a president who took a tractor to buy takeaway for his Dr. Xie for thousands of miles.

The restaurant's food is really good, although the store is small, but it is clean and fresh. Yu He ordered some stir-fry dishes and packed them, remembering Qingcheng Xie's recent cough, he asked the store to make a pear paste with rock sugar, and then got on the tractor to go back.

As soon as he returned to the house, he saw that Qingcheng Xie had fallen asleep.

There was only one bed in the house, and Qingcheng Xie obviously didn't want to sleep with him, so he bunked on the floor.

The movement of Yu He coming home woke him up from his light sleep.

"Where have you been?"

Yu He went to the table and took out the plastic bags with the boxes, and the room was filled with the smell of food.

"I'm not used to eating at night, so I went to a nearby restaurant and bought some randomly, will you eat it?"

Qingcheng Xie : "...... don't eat."

Yu He's hand with chopsticks paused for a moment, somewhat gloomy: "I ordered too much, I'll pour it all out if you don't eat."

"Can you stop wasting food like that?"

"Then you should get up and eat with me."

Qingcheng Xie had no choice but to cough, cloak himself from the floor and sit at the table.

But as soon as he saw the food on the table, he frowned slightly, then his eyes moved up and landed on Yu He's face.

"What's wrong? Not to your liking?"

"No."

Where is not appetizing. It is clearly too appetizing.

Spicy chicken, mabo tofu, tomato and beef brisket soup, stir-fried sweet potato vine ......

Although they are all home-cooked stir-fries, they are all dishes that Qingcheng Xie would like to eat.

It's not something Yu He would like to eat.

Yu He is a very delicate person, sea urchin to Sardinia, oysters to Ireland, beef Australia are not eaten must be Japanese. And he doesn't eat spicy, he doesn't eat hemp, and he doesn't like vegetables that much.

But as Qingcheng Xie knows Yu He, it is unlikely that Yu He will buy him some extra food.

This thought persisted until Yu He took out a jar of iced pear paste from a paper bag and pushed it into his hand with a stern face.

Qingcheng Xie : "......"

Yu He : "What are you looking at? I am afraid that your coughing at night will make me sleep."

Qingcheng Xie glanced at him, he was straightforward and did not like to wriggle, since Yu He did buy it for him, he said openly, "Thank you."

He was so open-minded, but Yu He was impure, and looked away: "Take your time, I'm going to wash up."

The farmhouse washing place is also really simple, Yu He looked at it and was uncomfortable, barely managed to wash up a bit, immediately put on clothes and returned to the house. Qingcheng Xie has already cleaned up his things, leaning against the window, while looking out at the gray field, while sickly sipping pear paste.

Yu He walked over, for a moment, he really wanted to hold this person's thin waist from behind, and then kissed the back of his neck vermilion, neck side green veins, drooping eyes along his eloquent jaw, and finally kissed his thin lips.

He wanted to kiss him, he wanted him, a thousand times.

But Yu He knows that's not what he should be doing.

He loves Qingcheng Xie, but does not want to lose himself, and does not want this love for Qingcheng Xie to cause more harm, Qingcheng Xie bear the feelings have been enough, Yu He feels that randomly again in his body filled with some heavy things, will crush him, broken to pieces.

As if sensing his gaze, Qingcheng Xie turned back, coughing gently, tall and tough and fragile in his body can miraculously blend: "It's late, you go to sleep, tomorrow will continue the investigation."

Yu He just wanted to answer, but when he saw Qingcheng Xie's other hand on the window pane, he froze, and then suddenly sank his face.

--It's killing me! Qingcheng Xie is still smoking!

And is drinking cough pear cream while smoking!

Young people drink wolfberry tea bouncing, menopausal old man more absolutely, he can drink cough cream while contributing to the country's tobacco industry.

Yu He was really surprised and angry by him.

He went to the window and took Qingcheng Xie's cigarette away with his hand.

"What are you smoking?"

"...... Marlboro."

"Who asked you about the brand! I said what are you smoking!"

Yu He put the cigarette straight in the wall hissed and pressed out, throwing it outside, he disliked Qingcheng Xie disgusted: "You are smelling like smoke, it smells bad. Do not allow you to smoke again."

Qingcheng Xie also did not mess with him, he pushed Yu He: "If you don't smoke, don't smoke. Go to sleep."

Yu He said, "What are you doing on the floor, it's a double bed."

"......" Qingcheng Xie think the youngsters nowadays are really casual.

Why did he hit the floor this need to ask?

He had slept with Yu He so many times that he didn't feel particularly concerned about the previous ones, but the last one was the one where he got an unprecedented pleasure in the intercourse with Yu He. The "unprecedented" was real, meaning that he had never experienced this feeling before, whether with Ruoqiu Li or on his own.

He thought about what he had done with Yu He that night, and especially remembered how ridiculous and dangerous he had looked when he had taken the initiative.

He simply felt that Yu He was bewitching him.

How else could things have turned out that way?

When he woke up the next day, smoking an afterthought and watching the boy sleep peacefully against the nape of his neck, the alarm bells went off and he knew he could never have that kind of relationship with Yu He again.

Then the best way to not have a relationship, is to reduce unnecessary contact.

Qingcheng Xie looked at Yu He soberly and calmly : "The two of us are not suitable to sleep in the same bed, what is the reason, you are so smart, you should know very well."

Yu He : "......"

"You're young, you can have the bed, I'm going to rest, thank you for dinner."

Qingcheng Xie said he wanted to lie down and rest, but the young man was faster than him and had already taken the nest.

"I'm not going to steal the bed from my uncle." Yu He grimaced and said, "I am the president of the student council, it is my duty to respect the elderly and love the young. You can sleep on the bed, you are old, don't hurt your back when you turn around."

Qingcheng Xie saw that he was really persistent, and did not want to waste this time.

Besides, he was already preoccupied and really didn't have much energy to pull with Yu He anymore.

He then gave Yu He another quilt on the bed, then sighed, took off his jacket, and laid down on the big empty double bed.

"Go to sleep, I'm turning off the lights."

"Good."

However, in the quiet night, both of them were sleepless.

Yu He needless to say, young people are already sleeping late and less, Qingcheng Xie because there are too many things, too many thoughts, tossing and turning in the dark, sighing softly, how can not sleep peacefully.

Although Xue Xie's illness is not serious for the time being, as long as that new drug is not found, she may be in danger at any time, and he simply cannot rest assured.

And Beihai Yi ...... This is Beihai Yi's hometown, and Yuzhu Lu's hometown ...... These small and insignificant people are turning up the waves, they all come from this remote Qingli County Can it really be a coincidence?

Then he remembered Ciyan Qin.

Qingcheng Xie's heart throbbed uncontrollably.

He closed his eyes tightly, but could not sink into sleep.

At midnight, outside the window began to drizzle, rain pouring turbulent, the wind broke into the house with a wet and cold chill.

The quilt is thin, Qingcheng Xie coughing more, the heavier the cough, can not stop, drowsy, he vaguely heard a movement behind him, before he reacted, he felt a familiar warmth -

Yu He got on the bed and hugged him from behind.